The Dark Titans

Jason

Thugs found dead in alleys. Rapists tied up to fire escapes and left to die like piñatas. Muggers found broken and beaten, begging to be taken to a hospital. All the work of a Jason Todd, of course. The man who puts fear into the hearts of dictators. The man behind the Red Hood. Once the partner of Batman, u til he was beaten in a warehouse and...well blown up. Thanks to the mystical Lazarus Pit, however, Jason could patrol the streets of Gotham once more. This time, under his rules.

However, on that fateful Wednesday, Jason wasn't focused on rapists or thugs. Jason was more concerned about where his growling stomach would lead him. He wandered through downtown, checking out the different options, before finally settling on his favorite Chinese place. Jason sat down, and ordered his food, before sitting back and gazing out the window. As his mind wandered, his thoughts drifted to someone he would've rather not thought about. Rose.

Ah Rose Wilson. Just as beautiful as the name implied. Just as painful too. Jason couldn't help falling for Slade Wilson's daughter, nor could he help the tears she had shed when he walked away that brisk, autumn night. He regretted it more than anything, and his heart ached every time he thought of her, but he hoped that maybe separating himself from her would discourage her from her activities as Ravager. He hadn't heard anything about her, so he guiltily assumed it worked.

Jason was brought back to the present when his food arrived. He eagerly began eating, before looking up and noticing something quite odd. What had been sunny just moments before was now nothing but clouds and rain, with wind to accompany it. He wasn't a weatherman, but Jason knew enough about weather to realize when something was up. He subconsciously reached in his bag, touching the helmet, before pulling his hand back out and looking back at his food. While he'd lost his appetite, he knew better than to start freaking out over weather. After all, weathermen were never right.

Suddenly, as if to prove Jason wrong, the windows began shaking furiously. The winds were picking up and becoming far worse than they should've. It was at that moment, Jason saw two bodies fly by the window, carried by the wind. He recognized them as assassins, men he had once trained beside. Jason quickly ran out the back, putting his mask on as he did so. He grabbed his pistols and tossed his bag in a nearby trash can, making a note to himself to come back for it. As Jason ran around to the front of the building, he saw what looked like your stereotypical anime ninja with a tornado for legs tossing around League members like rag dolls. Jason quickly fired at tornado-legs, but the force of the wind prevented his bullets from reaching their mark.

The mysterious ninja glanced at Jason, surprise fleeting on his face, before turning his attention back to the assassins who had began to stand back up. He looked at Jason and shouted at him "If you don't want any civilian casualties, you'll point your guns at the right people!"

Jason wasn't an idiot, but he did know that the enemy of his enemy was...well another target. Jason nodded and fired shots at the assassins, making short work as they became incapacitated. The fight ended shortly, and the winds died down. The man walked up to Jason, removing his mask as he did so. The man bowed to a Jason before introducing himself.

"Hello, Red Hood. Or should I say, Jason Todd. I go by Nightstorm. I want you to know that I come to your city in peace, though it does not look that way. Is there somewhere we can talk in private?"
"Look, I don't know how you know my name, nor do I care, but give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't leave you here with a knee full of lead"
"Because, whether you've realized it or not, Gotham is under siege. The League of Assassins has launched a full-scale invasion. You and I are the only ones who know about it."